Mars Night Sky

A vague memory of some pleasant

(or at least benign) dream persists.

You were in a cocoon,

protected from time and place.

But now awake and exposed,

you grope,

you hope,

Jaruzelski’s dark glasses.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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